Kyrie Dirving

Yuh, okay, huh Eddie Johnson on his way to make a fortune, call him a crystal baller Kicked out the NBA cos he Not Bringin Anything good to the table Just dope on it and it ain't dope, cos he was unstable, ain't no fable You can look it up only if you're able, not everyone blessed wit two Legs and arms, that's how he's gonna get labeled, listen Just because you missed the note that time doesn't mean God won't keep pluggin in the cable, Papi taught me to shoot From the three til I made it out the corner, around the natal Cause half the time, LA thinks their in the center of the ring, til they Lose the point that you should focus on the team of people, not the race Or the culture, or countries with our GTA, GTA I swear I spent less time actually In LA, than in the fucking game and I swear I had better times in the digital version Culture shock, women hiding their purses, people say poverty got the dense saturation Of crime, how come mom's more afraid to be alone in LA than alone In the village at night, you guys are buggin Driving in for two points, crowd just gotta lay back I speak my mind, they like bro why you say that Point one, I got some wisdom on this mixtape Point two, I give my all until my wrists break Giving my whole heart in these songs and people Still never even listen to the words, put all of my art To these songs, but kyrie didn't even end up comin In first, guess' he's forgotten Kyrie Dirving lost the D on the court and gave it to somebody Personally I like playin wit Rrahmani, but it became a joke cos I ain't Really that big on it, I like shooting but ain't really diggin it (Like the war) Just like these fake lovers of my music, would I choose it, of course But they do it just to make me feel supported at times, I don't need that Bruv I know some of you already lying, my friend said her little Brother is a fan of me apparently, I wasn't too suprised cos if I Really like my music shouldn't that happen easily, she went on Sayin he added two of my songs to his playlist from my discography Two out of forty, not a lot, don't know about you but I don't think that he's actually A fan, when do you like six percent of a man and say you're a fan Answer me that, feel like a patient gettin cancer feedback They say it'll be okay, hopin I won't deep that, I already have That's why I write these songs to show you where I'm at in my head Slide-tacklin thoughts in the back of my legs, I should listen to God Not everything that they say, that's the truth, little room sharin feelings That's my booth Instead of people, God's my banker, He just tries to test my patience Til I realise my standards way too low to be progressive in my life They called me Messi when I wasn't good wit my rights Short kid, kept gettin in fights and all the homies spitefully rejected Who I was and I'm still rightfully trying to show them that I'm quite Fully changed from the little kid that they think that I might be Aight, how many times have you called the bluff How many times have you fought the toughest opps on the block And learnt that its not about you but the people that you can love How many times do I gotta run my tongue to vent Help you understand all the tings I meant when I said that I'm Trying to make a difference, are you not? How many Karens it gon take, for you to realise that you don't Always get what you want or what you gon try to make, don't Take it unless it's given to you And how many times to I gotta rhyme, how many times do I Gotta stop the beat, just so you can hear my lines and realise why This is a problem in our modern life So why do you keep on actin dumb, sayin that basically everyone Can just be whatever they want when they can't, God made you man Man up and be a man, how ironic you switch your sex to just pussy out Of being who you were made to be, one thing Kyrie taught me No need for a damn alarm, if you got passion than passion will wake you up Driving in for two points, crowd just gotta lay back I speak my mind, they like bro why you say that Point one, I got some wisdom on this mixtape Point two, I give my all until my wrists break Giving my whole heart in these songs and people Still never even listen to the words, put all of my art To these songs, but kyrie didn't even end up comin Driving in for two points, crowd just gotta lay back I speak my mind, they like bro why you say that Point one, I got some wisdom on this mixtape Point two, I give my all until my wrists break Giving my whole heart in these songs and people Still never even listen to the words, put all of my art To these songs, but kyrie didn't even end up comin